“How do you even know that?"

“What the hell were you thinking? Your debauched escapade last night is all over the front pages! Tell me, Valeria, do you think you're some big A-lister, huh? How can you be so careless? Do you think you're untouchable or something? You won't go far at this rate..."

Valeria's face darkened.

“ALL right, that's enough, Hannah. First of all, I am a human, not a machine. I have the right to Live my private life in any way I want.

Second, so what if I'm all over the news? As my agent, isn't it supposed to be your job to take care of it and mitigate the situation?

Why are you wasting your time berating me Like this? Are you expecting me to take care of the bad publicity myself? What's the use of having you work for me, then?"

She had enough. She wanted to change agencies first thing tomorrow.

Hannah did nothing but blame her for every setback, anyway.

Valeria hung up without saying goodbye.

A few seconds later, her phone rang again. It was still her agent.

Growing impatient, Valeria turned the damn thing off.

Hutton, who had just finished putting his clothes on, overheard her side of the call. He took note of her ashen face and asked, "What happened?"

Valeria tossed her phone aside and held out her hand.

“Let me borrow your phone for a minute."

She wanted to see what the tabloids were saying about her.

Hutton did as he was asked, unlocking his phone and handing it over to her.

It didn't take long for Valeria to find what she was looking for. The headlines were indeed all over the social media platforms.

As it turned out, there were some paparazzi loitering around when she quarreled with Hutton at the entrance of Royarid Club last night. The paparazzi took photos of the two, all the way until they entered the same apartment.

“Hal now.

So, it's all because of you that I am in some deep shit right

Hutton was looking over her shoulder at his screen, his own brows furrowed as he read the articles.

He grabbed his phone and glared at it.